He is 5,8 with pail blue eyes and dark brown hair. He is often wearing a old WW2 area Luftwaffe brown Leather Flying Jacket that he has been told was his great grandfathers. wen asked why he wears something like that by his fellow airmen he simply reply's it reminds him that the past will always stay with us.

He is part of a first generation family from Germany that was very traditional and set in the ways of old Germanic Paganism. As a young child he was expected to use High German in all home conversations though his mother was ok with old world Scandinavian. he was also told to always pay homage to the god Ziu, for he had sacrificed his own flesh so that the other divines could seal his family's curs, or so his rambling father Yodalhim said. To prove to his family that he rejected his Germanic heritage and loyalty to his fatherland he joined USAF pararescuemen for 6 years before disappearing from one of his operations and awaking in a laboratory surrounded by unknown people?

"Konichiwa (Greetings), I am Okazaki, Kenji, of the Clan of Tokugawa, deeded Phoenix's Fiery Grace, Adren of the Nation, Born of two Noble Garou (Metis), Shugenja(Earth Aspect) of the Ghost Moon (Theurge), of the Tribe of the Stargazers, Master of the Way of Kailin (Kailindo), Master of the Rite of the Sept of Willow's Light of Central Florida, and Beta of the Pack who is Blessed by the Honor of Grandfather Thunder called, Rages Against Silken Threads. I welcome you."

Orphaned at a very young age, Renn ended up having a tough life on the streets. Thankfully, the local churches were generous to the street urchins, and would give him food and shelter when it got cold, and so he avoided having to resort to theft and thuggery, but he still ended up falling in with unsavory characters in his youth.

After getting a job as a dockworker, hauling cargo from ships to port, his large stature and heavy muscles caught the attention of some pit fighting recruiters. He started brawling in one of the abandoned warehouses on the docks, then moved up to the more organized ring of fighting in the basements of the taverns.

As his career went on, he earned many cuts and many broken bones, but no foe was more challenging than the historian professor Petros, with whom he would have drinks and frequent debates over whether perfection should be sought through the mind or the body.

Eventually, after realizing that he didn't want to be a man who just solved all his problems with brawn alone, sought help from the church of Irori, the god of history and self-perfection, and retired from the pits to become a man of faith.

Recently, he received word that the professor passed away, and even though there's no need for him to go to the funeral as a priest, he does feel like he should pay his respects to the man who helped him find a proper place in the world.

Having never sought magical healing to recover any of his many cuts and broken bones, he now bears his scars and his broken visage like a badge of honor and shame, reminding him of his past a man of pointless violence.

Since joining the faith, he loves to embody the virtues of Irori, to learn from the past and better oneself to not repeat mistakes. He also has a very easy smile and a loud, social personality, despite his harsh appearance.

His favorite pastime is walking down the streets of the poorer neighborhoods, giving out food to the needy and telling tales of his past.

Few would argue that mixing these aforementioned 'qualities' together wouldn't create quite the volatile picture. However, it could be debated that none exude and manifest this picture finer (and dare I say, more roughly) than Sir Sathros of House Jeggare, formerly a loyal subject of the nation of Cheliax.

Having been born into and raised amongst one of the three most powerful and prestigious Houses that the fiery nation of Cheliax has to offer, it would most probably come to a surprise to learn that the man behind the fearsome, black armour wrestles with an identity crises daily.

Having been unceremoniously thrown into a situation he did not expect, and seeing things from a point of view he had never grasped before, Sathros has slowly began to question everything - from the reasons behind swinging a sword, to the echo of his own feelings.

This knight still has more questions than answers. But one thing rings clear in his mind: